Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . of whomhad come down to let me in. Before wereached the top of the stairs she hadbegun to show solicitude for my that I was not embraced, I couldhardly have been more warmly receivedhad I suddenly walked in on anotherFranck family, across the Atlantic. Themother hastened to arrange the easiestchair for me before the fire; the grand-mother doddered toothlessly at me fromher corner behind the stove, the familycat was already caressing my was all this solicitude due to oursimilarity of name, for I had no
Harper's New Monthly Magazine Volume 139 June to November 1919 . of whomhad come down to let me in. Before wereached the top of the stairs she hadbegun to show solicitude for my that I was not embraced, I couldhardly have been more warmly receivedhad I suddenly walked in on anotherFranck family, across the Atlantic. Themother hastened to arrange the easiestchair for me before the fire; the grand-mother doddered toothlessly at me fromher corner behind the stove, the familycat was already caressing my was all this solicitude due to oursimilarity of name, for I had not yetmentioned it. When I did, we failed toestablish a family connection. You must have something to eat!cried the second of the trio. Dont trouble, I protested. I haddinner at Metz. Yes, but that was four—five hoursago. Some eggs and milk at least? Eggs, I queried, and milk? Ithought there were none in Germany. Dock! replied the mother, with asage glance; if you know where to lookfor them, and can get there. I have justbeen out in the country. I came on the. REAR OF THE GOVERNMENT BUILDING AT COBLENTZ, WITH THE USUAL MOBOF CIVILIANS WAITING TO GET FROM THE AMERICANS PERMISSION TO TRAVEL THROUGH GERMANY ON FOOT 155 same train you did. But it is hardto get much. Every one goes outscouring the country now. And onemust have money. An egg, one the war they were never so mucha dozen. The eggs were fresh enough, but themilk was decidedly watery, and in placeof potatoes there was some sort of ajellied turnip, wholly tasteless. While Iate, the daughter talked incessantly, themother now and then throwing in aword, the grandmother nodding ap-proval at intervals, with a wrinkledsmile. All male members of the familyhad been lost in the war, unless onecounts the second fiance of the daughter,now an officer over in Germany, asshe put it. When I started at the ex-pression she smiled. Yes, here we are in America, you for us, too. There will never beany anarchy and robbe
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